I finally found out what my favorite electronic music is called. It's called Euro Trance. I've always liked how it's always made me feel like a drunk narcotics junkie who has the presence of mind of an assassin that's about to assassinate his target in a nightclub packed with revelers, dancing around, oblivious to the loss of life that's about to take place. He doesn't know hie victim, and neither does the victim know him. It makes him feel like a person of great talent in killing, but also one that is so mentally disturbed, that salvation only lies in the sound of the next bullet leaving the muzzle of his gun, impacting his next victim, living another day to serve his boss's business empire. Every woman that makes contact with him is nothing more than a tool he can use to finish his next job. He goes around driving a black Mercedes E class, while wearing an expensive suit. All of this takes place in a nightclub somewhere in central Europe.
He has no family. He never knew his. He has no childhood, just a life of a grown man. He can't remember his past. All he knows is that, the vision he saw when he opened his eyes to the light of the world, he was dressed up, receiving his first instructions to kill, from his boss. That was the beginning of life for him.
But in spite of it all, he is still human. A human capable of compassion like no other. One who prays, and seeks guidance from the one above. One who believes in Karma. One who is ready to die a violent death for all that he has done.
It is this mental space that scares him. No one he knows has the ability to kill without hesitation, yet remain human. To feel emotions.
What is he?
Music means many things to many people. To some, it serves as a mirror. No one is safe from bipolar. Everyone has it, but only in varying degrees.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
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